Spark in the darkness (Inspired by Why Don't We)

6. A whole new start

"What would you want to know?" Jack asked me with an amused smile playing on his lips.

I decided for a stupid question. "How long have you been skateboarding?" He laughed a little, but answered immediately.

"I do skateboarding since I was eleven. My friends are also skaters, so we usually spend a lot of time doing this. What else?" He asked, his eyes encouraging me to go on.

I smiled. "How old are you?" Jack looked at me, his smile spreading even more. "I was expecting this question for a long time."

Then, he finally answered me. "I'm seventeen, but I'll be turning eighteen in two months." He said. I saw the sparkle in his eyes when he asked. "And how old are you?"

I smiled. "I'm seventeen too. But my birthday is in December, so I have still a long way to go." Jack seemed to be impressed by my words, because he said. "Oh really? So you're in lower class than me?"

I thought about it before responding. "That depends on which grade you're in." He said, as it was the most obvious thing. "I'm in the third year of the West Midland High school."

I furrowed my brows. "That means that you're in the same grade as me then." He looked at me, then shook his head. "Oh, wait. I went to school a year later than the others, 'cause I was too small and born in July."

His face lit up. "So we're in the same grade?" I nodded. "Yeah, but I go to the Scarlet Square High school."

Jack just waved his hand, not caring about it. "Who cares about it."

Then, he seemed to be bored of the conversation, because he suggested. "Let's not talk about school, please. I hate it there. I always feel like my life is slipping through my fingers when I'm at school, bored to death and I still have to listen to all of their crap." He rolled his eyes while saying so.

I nodded. "Yes, I don't like going to school either. I used to don't mind going there, but since Cay is not here, I feel the most depressed when I'm at school because everything there reminds me of him."

I noticed myself staring to nowhere once again. I snapped out of it when Jack said softly. "Hey, don't think about it. Let it go, it's the weekend, you can relax. We have two more days before we have to come back." He smiled at me encouragingly.

I smiled at him tiredly. "Yes, you're right."

And then I got overtaken of his next action. He jumped up off his seat and started singing and dancing. "Last Friday night, yeah we danced on table tops and we took too many shots, think we kissed but I forgot, last Friday night. Yeah we maxed out credit cards and got kicked out of the bar so we hit the boulevard, last Friday night."

I just stared at him, absolutely overwhelmed. He had a really nice voice, very soft but that kind of voice you would want to listen non stop.

Jack must have noticed me staring at him admiringly, because he suddenly stopped and looked away. He said too quickly. "I'm sorry, I'm just crazy. When I think or talk about some situation, I start singing random songs." He was looking everywhere but at me and I could tell that he was blushing.

I smiled at him. "No, you're not crazy, Jack. You have a beautiful voice, trust me. And I'm used to people singing all the time, my brother wouldn't shut up the whole day." I smiled at the memory and had to hold back the tears that were forming in my eyes.

He looked at me, unsure. "You think that my voice is good?" I walked to him and smiled at him. "Yes, more than this. It's amazing, you should sing more often."

He smiled. "Well, thanks. People usually say that I'm annoying when I sing, so..." I couldn't believe my ears. How could someone tell him something as cruel, when it was a big lie?